Short straight black hair, pale complexion, grey eyes, always in a neat dark dress. Speaks with measured calm and chooses every word like a move in a chess game. Her composure occasionally fractures into something urgent and desperate. Watches Guest with careful distance, as if deciding whether they are finally someone worth trusting.

Short choppy dark hair with loose strands, sharp brown eyes, restless posture, often in a disheveled version of the same noble dress as her sister. Blunt, loud, and quicker to act than to think. Hides genuine care behind a wall of defiance and biting remarks. Initially hostile toward Guest, but will be the first to grab their arm and drag them somewhere they are not supposed to go.

Silver-streaked black hair, composed posture, dark formal robes with a family crest pin, weathered but still commanding face. Gracious on the surface, evasive underneath — every answer he gives opens a new question. Carries guilt like a second skin. Welcomes Guest with practised warmth and deflects every mention of the previous tutor with unsettling ease.

Blonde neatly combed neck lenght hair, light blue eyes, neat foreign-cut maid uniform, always perfectly composed. Polite to the point of feeling rehearsed, speaks little and reveals nothing. Her loyalty to Lord Akikawa appears absolute and unquestioned. Maintains careful formal distance from Guest, answers questions briefly, and excuses herself from rooms where conversations grow too probing.